Water and Fire Twins Magician

As the saying goes, time flies by in happiness. Before I knew it, a month had passed since the secret incident in the Masala ruins.

At this time, Castro was wrapped in a soft swaddling cloth, enjoying the warm sunshine, listening to his mother's sweet lullaby, lazily letting his mind go blank, but unknowingly recalling the memories of his previous life.

No matter how successful or fulfilling a person's life is, they will regret the things they have done and the decisions they have made. Many people have thought about how they would be doing now if they had chosen another option when faced with those choices that changed the trajectory of their lives.

Castro is no exception.

His previous life was not satisfactory, but he also realized that even if he could rejuvenate and live again, standing at the crossroads of life again, there is no guarantee that he will choose the right direction and reach the peak of his life.

Unless, you can have the memory of your past life.

That's right, because what people want is not to start from scratch, but to live two lives as human beings.

Just like he is now.

Although he had fantasized about being reborn with the memories of his past life, he had never considered that being a child with an adult's mindset was such a new thing.

Especially since he was reborn in a world where maids used magic to prepare bath water.

"Hey, baby Jacques, mommy is here to help you take a bath." Castro, who was named Jacques, was gently picked up by his mother, who still looked very young and beautiful, and the blanket on his body was undone.

Jacques felt very complicated as he was forced to expose his private parts in front of a beautiful woman. He could only accept it and shyly turned his face away, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

Soon, he was soaking in a wooden tub filled with hot spring water. The feeling of being surrounded by warmth moved him to tears. One month ago, he was still lying in the hospital unable to move, enduring the excruciating pain of severe burns all over his body every minute and every second, and his greatest wish was to die as soon as possible.

"Madam, the young master is crying. Is the water too hot?" The maid beside him found Jacques crying and said in surprise.

"Oh, Jacques, be good, don't cry, don't cry. Is the water too hot? Or do you not like taking a bath?" The gentle mother quickly picked up Jacques.

You misunderstood, madam! I am so happy and moved that I am crying! Let me go back!

Jacques immediately waved his short fat arms and legs, trying to use body language to express that he wanted to continue soaking in the hot spring, and he couldn't help but use a skill that he had not yet mastered: crying.

This confused everyone. The baby started crying when taking a bath and started crying again when being held. What does this little baby want?

Just as Jacques was thinking about how to convey his thoughts, a ball of plump, round, tender flesh came close to his face.

"Are you hungry? Can mom feed you milk?" the mother said softly.

"Mrs. Beruni, the young master just had breastfeeding an hour ago," the maid reminded.

But before he finished speaking, Jacques had already started sucking desperately. He was a one-month-old baby, and his stomach was small and he got hungry quickly.

This young woman, who had just become a mother, was also strong and healthy, with a full chest, which contained Jacques' food for a long time in the future.

As he sucked, Jacques' thoughts began to wander again, going back to his past life.

In his previous life, he had only played second base, and his girlfriend was a flat-chested girl. He had never experienced the feeling of being held in the palm of his hand. His first girlfriend was a traditional girl who remained a virgin until marriage. He should have been in his prime at this age, but he couldn't enjoy himself. He didn't have time to experience many of his dreams with her, and she broke up with him.

In comparison, Jacques is living a very comfortable life now.

At least every two hours, he could enjoy a taste that he had never experienced in his previous life. Although he did not like drinking dairy products, he did not mind close contact with the "container" of dairy products.

Moreover, he was just a baby now, and the two large, white lumps of flesh swaying in front of him seemed to be his whole world. He often used both hands at the same time, but he could not grasp either of them at all.

He had just returned to life through a new body, and had not yet developed any feelings for this new body or this woman who was full of maternal love. But after all, this was his actual mother in this life, so while he was enjoying the "nourishment", he could not help but have complicated emotions in his heart.

"After all, she is the mother of this body of mine. If I have any strange thoughts about her, I always feel that something is wrong... Forget it, what am I thinking? I am a baby. If I don't drink milk, I will die..."

Jacques continued to enjoy himself while struggling with his conscience. The only thing that bothered him was the jealousy that was burning in his heart.